escape love sign

Chapter 76

Hua Ya was thinking wildly on the bed, unable to sleep no matter how hard she tried, she raised her eyes to observe Mu Luo quietly.

He leaned on the chair, closed his eyes, and tilted his head slightly. The moonlight outside the window shone on his face, as if separated by a layer of illusory mist, like a bright moon shining brightly, with a graceful and elegant appearance.

Hua Ya saw his slender eyelashes, high nose bridge, beautiful thin lips, everything was so perfect, it fascinated her.

Can't sleep, can't sleep, can't sleep!

Hua Ya's heart became more and more confused, and she began to feel angry.

Why did Mu Luo sleep so peacefully in the same room with a woman!

Why didn't he act like a beast and have unruly plans for her!

why why why!
Isn't this obviously mocking her for being unattractive!

Hua Ya finally couldn't bear it any longer, she hypocritically called softly: "Muluo."

"What's the matter?" Mu Luo opened his eyes, sleepy, but charming.

"I can't sleep." Hua Ya pouted, making herself look cute on purpose.

"Is it too dark?" Mu Luo asked with concern without doubting him.

"Well," Hua Ya pushed the boat smoothly, "It's so dark here, I'm so scared."

She purposely added some trills to her voice, which sounded pitiful.

But, don't be fooled by her weak appearance.Back then, in order to wait for a handsome man, Hua Ya slept in a dark wooden cabin every day and had sex dreams. In her heart, there was no such thing as "being afraid of the dark".

"Then... what to do..." Mu Luo was worried about Hua Ya, he got up and wanted to light some more oil lamps.

"It's not about the oil lamps," Hua Ya suggested to Mu Luo, but Mu Luo had no idea, and turned to look at Hua Ya: "It won't be so dark here with more oil lamps, or I'll light up all the lanterns, okay?" ?”

"But, I'm very scared by myself, no matter how many oil lamps I light. That...can you stay with me..."

Hua Ya had the cheek to say what she imagined Mu Luo should say first.

"I've been here all the time." Mu Luo smiled. He approached Huaya and sat gently on the edge of the bed. The white cloth gently brushed over Huaya's wrist hanging out of the quilt, like a flower blooming temperature.

(End of this chapter)